The rich scents of dried leaves and snow crisped fields did nothing to soothe the myriad of emotions that toiled through him now. He watched her with a fierceness that rivaled that of any potential prey. It was as if he stood there upon the brink of reality and dreams. Somewhere, something deep within him awakened at the sight of her.

She moved towards the group as the rest had, warranting a single glance as he watched the interactions transpire, not really expecting anything from any of them. He merely joined these little gatherings to familiarize himself with those that called these lands home. He found it helped him to recognize which had a pack to call home and which were merely loners like himself. However as the masked beauty approaches, his single golden eyes glance turns into a double take and then he rises as though someone had dumped a bucket of cold water overtop his head.

He did not know her, and yet there was something about her piercing red gaze and dark colored masked that said he did. He felt drawn to her, long before he found the ability to propel his feet into motion. His yellow gold eyes do not leave her, but instead fix her with a deep curious gaze. "Hello..." he manages to murmur, stuttering over the words as though the very ability to talk had escaped him.

There was something within him, a sense of his soul that wanted to be near her, to learn who she was and anything about her. A coy smile ghosts across his hansom features as long black tail wags slowly back and forth behind him in greeting as he lets his eyes linger upon her own, lost within the depths of those brilliant red hues. His ears remain alert atop his head, listening, waiting... longing to hear her voice, to see if the sound drummed up some sort of recognition within him. Needing to know her. His imprint. He knew the words, was familiar with the lovesick pup look that had been shared by many others around him and yet he was not prepared when it hit him now.

Vaguely his mind wandered to Zarah, to the beautiful cream and red huntress that had been his near constant companion as of late... and despite himself he cannot focus upon her now. In his eyes, there is only this one nameless female... the one that called to his very essence and held his utmost attention in this moment. "My name is Navarre...." he murmurs, seating himself comfortably before her, his eyes never trailing from her own, "You are new here yes?" he inquired, desperate to learn more about her...